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  I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood,
I try to wash this away,
I wanna cleanse your veins.

I can help you see the light out of your despair,
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.

I feel the malice in my veins,
My heart swells with hatred in your name,
And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,

you' ve still got Hell to look forward to.